Careful Lyrics - Wild Strawberries

"Careful in the kitchen", says the man in red 

He knows exactly where to hang his head 

Someone's in the bedroom playing with the lamp 

Love is like her hair beneath the curtain soiled and damp 

Isn't she so beautiful in her baby blues? 

I'll be over when I know she's all over you 

I can hear the ticking of the cuckoo clock 

I can see you hiding in the shadow of her locks 

She don't really love you, she don't understand 

What she's got between the precious creases of her hands 

Isn't she so beautiful in her baby blues? 

I'll be over when I know she's all over you 

Life becomes the poet messing with her words 

In the margin soft and blurred 

Time is my complexion, love is my parade 

Funny how the fiddler knows exactly when to play 

Isn't she so beautiful in her baby blues 

I'll be over when I know she's all over you